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weariness of limbs, insomuch that t’is tiresome to stand erect, or almost to sit. [William] Levison is sick of dropsy — said to be dangerously so. He has scarcely ventured abroad since his child’s death. Mrs L [Mary Levison] seems quite impassive as to that event, and but for her black dress one would not surmise her recent loss [of daughter Ellen Levison]. [Frank] Cahill has taken up joint-abose with Sol Eytinge in the basement [of 132 Bleecker St.]. He has employ at the Picayune Ofice. New York is just now enveloped in a murder-atmosphere, in consequence of the peculiarly atrocious butchery of a certain Bond Street dentist, who on last Friday night was assasinated in his office. The papers are overfull of it, and nothing else is talked about high or low. So on Thursday noon comes that little low Londoner [Frederick] Watson to me, at the “European” Office requesting me to go to that of the “Sunday Courier” to confer about getting a portrait of the (presumed) murderess [Emma Augusta Cunningham]. I comply, see [James L.] Smith, go to the City Hall, have an interview with Marsell, the Chief of Police and got “telegraphed up” to the 15th Ward Station House, there obtaining an order of admission to the house at which the Inquest is in progress. A rabblement assembled outside hailing visitors by the names of the supposed accomplices and setting up shouts of envy and execration as they are admitted. Policemen in the hall, policemen on the staircase, and policemen — and a crowd of others — in the lower rooms. The